HP: Embrace the Darkness

Snape glanced at Draco, who was standing crookedly, and wanted to curse a few times, but after scolding him for a whole lesson, he had no motivation to curse for the time being.

So he averted his eyes, pretending that he couldn't see Draco, who was not standing well, and gave a simple and clear instruction: "Go to Cavendish Manor now and ask about Ass's whereabouts and specific situation."

Let him go find his brother?

Draco doubted his ears and quickly raised his eyes to glance at Snape's expression.

Well, it's serious, not like a joke.

So...what did his brother do to make their dean so anxious to find someone?

No, it must have been something his brother did that made him run so fast, and he didn't even dare to send the letter.

Sad thing?

Playing with emotions?

Or is there a third party?

Draco's mind wandered uncontrollably.

In my mind, bloody plots such as the robbery of Muggle books, the abandonment of wives and children, the love and hatred of the four founders, the Eighteen Styles of Wizards... etc. are played out at inappropriate times.

And automatically changed faces to Arthur and Snape.

Snape, who saw everything through telepathy: "..."

If possible, he would like to change his eyes.

These eyes are dirty.

After he finished speaking, Draco didn't answer. Out of curiosity, he used...a little bit of Legilimency.

It just happened that after he finished speaking, he wanted to see Draco's reaction and raised his head.

As it happened, Draco was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't even realize they were looking at each other, or that he should use Occlumency.

Unprepared for his Legilimency.

So, without any effort, the Potions Master saw that Draco's mind was the most explosive mess in the Muggle and wizarding worlds.

It was even more explosive than the mushy black-haired purple potion Potter had made.

"Mr. Malfoy, what are you thinking about?"

Snape asked quietly.

Thinking what?

Of course I'm thinking about you and my brother.

Draco naturally thought

Speaking of which, I heard that men are divided into superior and inferior men, but I don’t know who is superior and who is inferior among the two.

Draco realized something was wrong the next second, his eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Snape in horror.

At this moment, Platinum Peacock finally realized what stupid thing he had done.

He actually thought about the private affairs of the other party and his brother in front of a master of Legilimency.

There is no defense yet!

Merlin's little pants are now dead.

Draco's expression changed again and again, and his mind continued to have uncontrollable thoughts, but this time the rotation was about eighteen ways to die after offending the Potions Master.

It can also be said that there are eighteen ways for him to die in the future.

Snape crossed his arms and took time to admire Draco's changing expression.

"Master Malfoy, please explain, what are the plundering, abandonment of wife and children and the eighteen wizarding moves you are talking about?"

"Ah? What are the eighteen moves of plundering, abandoning wives and children, and sorcerers?"

Draco pretended to be confused and asked, but in his heart he wanted to open the brain, wash it and put it back again.

What was he thinking just now?

Their dean has neither a wife nor a son, and how did the wizard Shiba get in!

It's all his father's fault!

Draco covered his face in despair, feeling that this was definitely the most embarrassing and desperate moment in his life.

After all, there is nothing more embarrassing and hopeless than imagining who is better than your own professor or your brother, and having the person you are imagining see clearly.

"Well... Dean, please listen to my explanation. Actually, uh... I... I, I am not..."

Draco smiled apologetically, his mind racing rapidly, trying to find a perfect explanation, but he soon discovered that there was no way to explain it.

He thought about everything he should and shouldn't think about, and showed it all to Snape.

No matter how you explain it, it's weak.

"I'm sorry, Dean."

Draco, who was hopeless and accepted the reality, tugged at the hem of his clothes in embarrassment, not daring to look at Snape's face or look at him again.

A sneer appeared on Snape's lips, and he glanced at Draco condescendingly, "It seems... I have underestimated the Malfoy family's... education after all, Lucius... tsk, his education is really 'comprehensive'."

"And the Cavendish's."

Draco added in a low voice, then quickly shut up and behaved before Snape looked over.

Snape didn't want to waste time with him. There was no comparison between the brainwashed and out-of-contact Artes.

He raised his chin toward the door.

"You have two hours. I will go find you after two hours. If you don't get the answer I want, I will pursue this matter."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly remembered that today was not the day to leave Hogwarts. He paused and added, "Leave through the cellar."

After saying that, he took the lead to leave the classroom, his black robe billowing, and walked towards the cellar.

Draco had just committed a heinous crime and did not dare to have any objections to Snape's arrangements, so he followed him with his head downcast and resigned to his fate.

Cavendish Manor.

Dracoyan Baba walked out of the fireplace, looked around the hall, and after finding no one, he sat down on the sofa like an uncle, raised his head and shouted in a long tune.

"Grandpa Joel?"

As the godson of Anna and William, he naturally followed Artes and called Joel grandpa.

At this time, Joel slowly poured himself tea, preparing to ignite his enthusiasm for work with a cup of good tea.

After drinking the hot tea, he exhaled happily.

Sure enough, it was quiet without the debt collector Susanna around, and I could finally work well.

Joel took out the letter paper with enthusiasm, picked up the pen, and responded to the first letter of the day.

The first word went smoothly.

However, just as he finished writing the second word, Draco's howl came from downstairs.

"Grandpa Joel!"

The veins on Joel's forehead throbbed crazily, and he watched expressionlessly as his pen failed to control its strength due to Draco's sudden howl, and drew a long and deep ink mark on the letter paper.

"Thorn-"

Along with the harsh tearing sound, an ominous premonition emerged from the bottom of my heart.

Joel took a deep breath, threw the ruined letter aside, straightened his expression, and walked out of the study aggressively.

He wanted to see what kind of trouble Draco caused, coming back during school hours.

In the hall downstairs, Draco slumped on the sofa to organize his words after shouting the deafening call.

Before he could think of what to say, Joel laughed with a smile on his face.

"Grandpa Joel, good morning."

Draco reflexively sat up straight and smiled cutely at Joel.

He stayed at Cavendish Manor during the previous holidays, and he was a little restrained at first. Over time, he gradually adapted and became less restrained.

In the end, he let himself go.

Every day, Suzanne and I either went up trees to hunt birds or went into the water to catch fish, and we had a great time.

There were so many people in the manor who had no problem with their seemingly wanton behavior.

Only the strict Joel couldn't stand it anymore and went to the trouble of going up trees and into the water to catch Susanna and him countless times. As a result, when he saw Joel now, he had a conditioned reflex to act nice.

Oh, I forgot to mention that playing nice is the universal way Susanna taught him to deal with Joel.

According to Susanna, who has experienced many battles, this method has always worked against Joel.